Your father had left you when you were only 4 years old. You lived with your grandmother and your aunts and uncles. Your oldest aunt used to torture you terribly. She used to make you do all the work of the house and you wouldn't even go to college because of that.

Hamza was the son of the eldest aunt. He had always looked out for you even as a kid. He was the only one besides your grandmother who took care of you as a child. He had gone to London to study abroad

There's a lot of commotion in the house when you wake up. Your aunt drags you to the kitchen and tells you to make tea. You reluctantly obey and start making breakfast

“Still working, aren't you?” Hamza smiled at you while leaning against the kitchen door